I saw her across the room, across that writhing sea of people. Slowly, oh so slowly, I slipped my way through the crowd towards her. She had her back towards me when I finally reached her; she hadn’t noticed me yet. I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her slightly-too-high shoulder. She turned her head and kissed me on the cheek, before nodding towards a man wearing a sharply ironed suit.
“Him?” I asked quietly.
She turned around, snaking her arms around my neck. She nodded, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, to ask if I was happy with her choice. I stood up on my toes to kiss her on the forehead, smiling. I let go of her, and she gave me a lingering glance, hoping for reassurance that I liked her choice. I smiled again, and turned away, snaking my way towards the exit.
I reached my car, opened the door. As I got in, I took off those wretched high heels I’d been wearing, throwing them into the back. I opted to drive barefoot rather than bear the pain a moment longer. I pulled out of the parking lot, slowing down as I passed her car, trying to remember if I’d forgotten anything important. No, I thought, I didn’t forget anything.
I drove home slowly, and parked my car on the street next to the one-car-only driveway, leaving it open for her. I got out, walking barefoot to the house. I reached out to unlock the door, realizing we’d left it open. I sneaked through the door, trying not to wake the dogs, and locked it behind me.
Once I’d reached the couch I settled in for a wait, turning the TV on, the volume so low and the room so quiet that I barely remembered that sound existed. An indeterminable amount of time later (maybe seconds, or maybe hours), I heard her key in the lock, and laughter outside the door. I turned the TV off, and went to the kitchen, knowing they wouldn’t go anywhere near there.
As they came inside, the dogs hurried to greet their loud, intrusive voices, barking when they saw the stranger.
“Shhh,” I hear her say to them, “It’s ok.” They finally quieted down then, and I stopped hearing their collars jingle as they moved, they must have gone back to sleep. I heard her say something quietly, and a deep male voice replied. I shuddered when I thought about why he was here. She was mine. Not his.
I heard their footsteps on the stairs, and then heard them on the floor above me. I quietly followed them up, knowing she’d tell him to wait for her, that she would be right back, to just wait right there. I stopped at the top of the stairs, hearing muffled voices from one of the bedrooms. Then, I heard the door open, and shut again, and then I could see her.
She ran to me, quietly of course, and I took her into my arms. “He’s such a slimy bastard.” She whispered to me. I kissed her, smiling.
“You ready?” I whispered back. She smiled and nodded, excited. I let go of her and watched her walk back to the bedroom. She opened the door and slipped inside, leaving it ajar for my benefit.
“I want to show you something,” I hear her say. I heard him get up, and a quiet, unintelligible response. I noiselessly descended the staircase, and hid in the shadows at the bottom, next to the door that lead into the garage.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, I was close enough to hear her whisper to him, “It’s right in here.” She lead him to the door leading to the garage, and opened it, letting him go first. I jumped out of my hiding spot as she slammed the door behind it, locking it from the inside.
I smiled at her. “Well, now, what would you like to do with this one?” I said, not even trying to be quiet. She bit her bottom lip and stared at the ceiling, the perfect picture of an innocent girl thinking.
She tore her eyes from the ceiling, instead staring innocently at me. I laughed, “What is it, baby?” I said. The chewing on her lip became more nervous, but just for a second.
“W-will you scare him for me? And… and, can we make it slow? Maybe painful, too. He was such a bastard.”
“Of course I will, and yes we can.” I laughed again. “Don’t be so nervous.” I murmured, hugging her.
I kissed her on the forehead, and then grabbed a piece of rope from a nearby closet, and opened the door to the garage. The second I did, he pounced. He must have heard our conversation, I thought idly, as I caught his first punch and twisted his arm around so his back faced me. I grabbed his other hand, tying the two together tightly. It wasn’t as if I cared that I cut off the circulation to his hands.
I pushed him back into the empty garage, hard. Without his hands to catch him, he landed flat on his face, and I could hear a crunch, followed by a grunt.
“Bitch!” He yelled. He slowly stumbled to his feet, his nose bleeding profusely. I smiled and walked out, shutting the door behind me, and locking it.
“Get me some more rope, and a knife.” She nodded quickly, and turned to do as I said. “Wait,” I said. “Get me a chair too. Doesn’t matter what kind, just need to give him somewhere to sit.” I winked, and she grinned at me. As she gathered up the items I requested, I went to my car, grabbing those horrid heels I’d been wearing and putting them on.
When I came back inside, she’d gathered everything and was waiting by the door to the garage. I picked up the rope and the knife, and opened the door, telling her to bring the chair after me.
I glanced around, turning an extra light on so that I could see everything better, as I entered the garage. He was sitting against the wall, his head tilted up, to try and slow the bleeding from his nose.
“Come here,” I ordered him. He just glared. “I said come here. Now.” He continued to ignore what I said, and tilted his head back again. I stalked over to him, my heels clicking. Click, clack, click, clack. He tried to kick me, but I dodged it easily. I grabbed the collar of his suit, dragging him to his feet. I pushed him out ahead of me, towards where my lovely little helper had placed the chair.
I stopped him in front of the chair and pushed him down into it. Then, I tied each of his feet to a leg of the chair and tied more of the rope around his shoulders and the back of the chair, keeping him there. He started yelling.
“Aww, I was hoping he’d cooperate. Baby, could you go get me a rag?” She nodded, and ran off. I smiled after her, lost in thought for a second. When she got back, I stuffed the rag into our captive’s mouth, tying the last bit of rope around his head to keep the rag there. His yelling stopped short.
“I h-have an idea,” she whispered to me. I nodded, signaling for her to keep going. “T-target practice.” She said. I grinned, and kissed her, taking her into my arms.
“That’s a lovely idea.” I said. “Mind gathering the supplies?” As she did, I painted a target on our captive’s chest. His eyes went wide. I grinned. Soon, she was back, paint-ball guns in hand. For the next hour or so, we amused ourselves by missing the target and instead hitting places that got more of a reaction out of him.
Soon, we tired of his reactions. “Shall we be done with him?” I asked. She yawned, obviously tired. Sleepily, she nodded. She ran off, anticipating what I was going to ask her to get. While she was gone, I initiated a staring contest with the captive, to see how much will he had left in him. The answer was none, he glanced away the second I started. “We’ve done well,” I whispered to myself.
When she got back, she first handed me a tarp, which I spread out in the middle of the room. Then, I moved his chair (with him still on it) so it sat in the middle of the tarp. “Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” I asked her.
“Could I?” She asked, meekly. I nodded. She pulled out the gun that she had also brought. She leveled it at him, and shot. I smiled, seeing that she’d hit him right between those wide, scared, frozen eyes. I yawned, and took the gun from her, putting it on the tarp.
“Lets deal with him in the morning, I’m tired.” She nodded gratefully. Before we left for bed, I took off my high heels yet again, throwing them at his stomach. She glanced up at me, questioning. “Just wanted to make sure he was dead.”
